Hours and Hours Down to Minutes
Ohh, how I knew it would end this way. Not our seemingly endless clear sky spell finally coming crashing down tomorrow night, but this specific day of planning.
No matter how early we left town tonight, this aurora chase was going to come down to minutes. I could just feel it.
The entire way out of town, we were eyeing an increasingly sizeable arc above us, watching it’s every move across the sky, kilometre after kilometre. Then sure enough, we managed to pull into the location we wanted, and not ten minutes after our arrival, two breakups over a couple hour period. This is the perfection and that little bit of magic in life we’ve all stupidly stopped believing in as we age.